The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Such defective products would be embarrassing even if placed in the servants' room.

Jing Anzhi glanced at Jiang Nanqiu suspiciously, and seeing that she had no intention of admitting her mistake, he asked, "Do you think a jade bottle of this quality is worth a lot of money?"

Jiang Nanqiu nodded and said, "Before my stepmother sent me off to marry, she told me to cherish this pair of jade bottles and not to waste her kindness."

Now, Jing Anzhi could be sure that Jiang had lived a life worse than that of a servant in the Jiang family in the past, otherwise how could she be deceived by her stepmother who appeared sweet on the outside but had a bitter heart?

It was estimated that she had never seen many valuable tools since she was a child, and she had no idea that something would be worthless once it was damaged.

Thinking about it this way, it was an unintentional mistake on her part.

Jiang Nanqiu seemed not to understand the surprise on Jing Anzhi's face, and she didn't understand why he was looking at the two-handled porcelain vase given to her by her stepmother with such contempt.

"My lord, you know my background. My boudoir has always been bare since I was a child. I have never seen a jade bottle with such a clear and transparent color." Jiang Nanqiu said this, as if he felt inferior to others, and gradually became silent.

"I have good intentions too. I absolutely have no intention of humiliating Miss Rong." Jiang Nanqiu said, with a hint of grievance in his voice.

Jing Anzhi already believed what she said, "Forget it, it was an unintentional mistake on your part, just don't make the same mistake again next time."

Jing Anzhi was already exhausted today, and he then rushed to Lanyue Pavilion to act as the judge who solved the case. He was really exhausted.

Jiang Nanqiu also decided to stop while she was ahead. She put away the grievance on her face and walked forward to help Jing Anzhi undress.

Jing Anzhi was stunned. He had never hired a maid, and his relationship with Rong Menghan was based on love and courtesy, and he never overstepped the boundaries. But the person in front of him was his legal wife, so even if she was just a puppet, there was no need to be surprised at such a small thing as taking off his clothes.

While he was stunned, Jiang Nanqiu had already taken off his clothes and asked, "Master, have you had dinner?"

Jiang Nanqiu asked while staring into those beautiful eyes. Her expression was always pure and sincere, which made people let down their guard against her. Fortunately, Jing Anzhi was a man of firm character. Even though these days of getting along with each other made him feel a little sympathy for Jiang's tragic past, this could not change his relationship with Jiang.

His heart is like a rock and cannot be changed.

"You go have dinner first. I'll lie down in the green gauze cupboard and eat when I wake up." Jing Anzhi said indifferently and distantly. At the same time, he took a step back, putting some distance between himself and Jiang Nanqiu.

Jiang Nanqiu saw that the fish she had carefully raised refused to bite the hook. Although she felt regretful, she was not discouraged at all. There was still a long way to go, and she had plenty of patience.

"Okay, I'll let Yu'er come in to burn incense." This is Jing Anzhi's habit before going to bed.

Jing Anzhi nodded, changed into his casual pajamas, and lay down on the couch to rest.

Jiang Nanqiu sat on the big kang in the inner bedroom, looking at the world behind the green gauze window through the hazy bead curtain. She had been married to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion for so many days, but she was still a virgin. Fortunately, Jing Anzhi stayed in Qiulan Pavilion day and night, so even if he rested in the green gauze cabinet, it gave her, the legal wife, some face.

Jiang Nanqiu thought about this and asked Yu'er to serve dinner. He thought that Jing Anzhi was too tired today and was bothered by trivial matters, so he might not have an appetite for meat dishes.

After dinner, she rushed to the small kitchen and made him a basket of peach blossom cakes and a bowl of vegetarian noodles with shredded chicken sprinkled with minced ginger.

"If the prince asks, just say it was you who did it." Jiang Nanqiu said to Mrs. Huang with a smile without taking credit.

But Mrs. Huang said, "The prince is used to the cooking of this old servant. How could he not taste the novelty of these shredded chicken noodles and peach blossom cake?"

Jiang Nanqiu smiled and said, "Madam, you have superb craftsmanship and are someone the prince is used to. I am just a newly arrived bride, how can I be compared with you?"

This made Mrs. Huang smile widely, and she kept repeating, "It's all because of Madam that I am being praised by you."

About an hour later, Jing Anzhi woke up slowly. Just as he was feeling hungry, he smelled the aroma of pastries.

Jing Anzhi was not a person who valued food, but he also loved to compose poetry like other children of noble families. When the Rong family was not in trouble, Rong Menghan often watched flowers and drank with him. Sometimes, when he was inspired to write poems about flowers and scenery, he would compete for the first place.

But now Rong Menghan has lost her interest in poetry, and in order to protect her heart, Jing Anzhi never mentions the past.

After his thoughts came back, Jing Anzhi sat down and rinsed his mouth before starting to eat. In addition to his usual light side dishes, there was also a bowl of fragrant vegetarian noodles with shredded chicken.

Needless to say, it must have been done by Jiang.

Thinking of this, Jing Anzhi put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at the empty inner and outer rooms, but did not see Jiang Nanqiu.

Jing Anzhi frowned, wondering where Jiang had gone, but he felt that he didn't need to ask so much about everything. No matter where Jiang had gone, it had nothing to do with him.

After finishing his dinner, Jing Anzhi went to his study and carefully considered the official business that he had not yet completed. Seeing how focused he was, the servants did not dare to disturb him.

Jing Anzhi stayed in the study until late at night. When he finished his official business, it was already dark. There was no place to rest in the study, so he could only wear a dark fox fur coat and rush to the main house. But he didn't expect the main house to be as cold as a kiln, without even a charcoal basin.

Jing An frowned subconsciously, thinking that Jiang was simple in her conduct, or that she didn't have the habit of burning silver charcoal before going to bed at night. But just as he was about to step into the green gauze cabinet, he noticed something wrong before he got through the beaded curtain.

A few days ago, when he went into the green gauze cabinet to rest, he would always cast a glance towards the inner bedroom. Sometimes he would see Jiang sitting quietly, and sometimes he would catch a glimpse of Jiang's graceful figure on the marble bed. But this time, he saw nothing.

There was no one in the empty inner chamber. Jiang was not in Qiulan Pavilion. Where did she go?